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is the place appointed for the wrestling, and they are ready to perform it.
Cel. Yonder, sure, they are coming: Let us now stay and see it.
Flourish. Enter Duke Frederick, Lords, Orlando,
Charles, and Attendants. Duke F. Come on; since the youth will not be entreated, his own peril on his forwardness.
Ros. Is yonder the man?
Cel. Alas, he is too young: yet he looks successfully
Duke F. How now, daughter, and cousin? are you crept hither to see the wrestling?
Ros. Ay, my liege; so please you give us leave.
Duke F. You will take little delight in it, I can tell you,
there is such odds in the men: In pity of the challenger's youth, I would fain dissuade him, but he will not be entreated: Speak to him, ladies; see if you can move him.
Cel. Call him hither, good Monsieur Le Beau. Duke F. Do so; I'll not be by.
[Duke goes apart. Le Beau. Monsieur the challenger, the princesses call for
you. Orl. I attend them, with all respect and duty.
Ros. Young man, have you challenged Charles the wrestler?
Orl. No, fair princess; he is the general challenger: I come but in, as others do, to try with him the strength of my youth.
Cel. Young gentleman, your spirits are too bold for
your years: You have seen cruel proof of this man's strength: if you saw yourself with your eyes, or knew yourself with your judgment, the fear of your adventure would counsel you to a more equal enterprise. We pray you, for your own sake, to embrace your own safety, and give over this attempt.
Ros. Do, young sir; your reputation shall not therefore be misprised: we will make it our suit to * the duke, that the wrestling might not go forward.
Orl. I beseech you, punish me not with your hard thoughts; wherein I confess me much guilty, to deny so fair and excellent ladies any thing. But let your fair
eyes, and gentle wishes, go with me to my trial: wherein if I be foiled, there is but one shamed that was never gracious; if killed, but one dead that is willing to be so: I shall do my friends no wrong, for I have none to lament me; the world no injury, for in it I have nothing; only in the world I fill up a place, which may be better supplied when I have made it empty.
Ros. The little strength that I have, I would it were with you.
Cel. And mine, to eke out hers.
Ros. Fare you well. Pray heaven, I be deceived in you!
Cel. Your heart's desires be with you!
Cha. Come, where is this young gallant, that is so desirous to lie with his mother earth?
Orl. Ready, sir; but his will hath in it a more modest working
Duke F. You shall try but one fall.
Cha. No, I warrant your grace; you shall not entreat him to a second, that have so mightily persuaded him from a first.
Ori. You mean to mock me after; you should not have mocked me before: but come your ways.
Ros. Wow, Hercules be thy speed, young man!
Cel. I would I were invisible, to catch the strong fellow by the leg. [Charles and Orlando wrestle
Ros. O excellent young man!
Cel. If I had a thunderbolt in mine eye, I can tell who should down. [Charles is thrown. Shout.
Duke F. No more, no more.
Orl. Yes, I beseech your grace; I am not yet well breathed.
Duke F. How dost thou, Charles?
Duke F. Bear him away. (Charles is borne out.] What is thy name, young man?
Orl. Orlando, my liege; the youngest son of sir Rowland de Bois. Duke F. I would, thou hadst been son to some
man else. The world esteem'd thy father honourable, But I did find him still mine enemy: Thou shouldst have better pleas’d me with this deed, Hadst thou descended from another house. But fare thee well; thou art a gallant youth; I would, thou hadst told me of another father.
[Exeunt Duke Fred. Train, and Le Beau. Cel. Were I my father, coz, would I do this? Orl. I am more proud to be sir Rowland's son,
His youngest son;—and would not change that
Ros. My father lov'd sir Rowland as his soul,
[Giving him a chain from her neck. Wear this for me; one out of suits with fortune; That could give more, but that her hand lacks
means, Shall we go, coz?
Cel. Ay:-Fare you well, fair gentleman.
Orl. Can I not say, I thank you? My better parts Are all thrown down; and that which here stands
up, Is but a quintain, a mere lifeless block. Ros. He calls us back: My pride fell with my
fortunes: I'll ask him what he would:-Did you call, sir?— Sir, you have wrestled well, and overthrown More than your enemies. Cel.
Will you go, cozi
Ros. Have with
.[Exeunt Rosalind and Celia. Orl. What passion hangs these weights upon my
tongue? I cannot speak to her, yet she urg'd conference.
Re-enter Le Beau. O poor Orlando! thou art overthrown; Or Charles, or something weaker, masters thee.
Le Beau. Good sir, I do in friendship counsel you To leave this place: Albeit you
have deserv'd High commendation, true applause, and love: Yet such is now the duke's condition, That he misconstrues all that you have done. The duke is humorous; what he is, indeed, More suits you to conceive, than me to speak of.
Orl. I thank you, sir: and, pray you, tell me this;